To Try the Sky

A boy, I marveled at the clouds,
So strange and wondrous in the sky;
I’d spread my arms and try to fly,
Admired by the watching crowds.

I knew that I would not stay small,
One day my shoes would scuff their fluff —
But now that I am large enough,
I rarely look at them at all.

So many times, before we die,
We’ve died to all we ever dream:
And clouds become just so much steam,
And boys who dreamed become
Some guy

The Lie That Sinketh In

[I would apologize to Francis Bacon for using his quote this way, but he was kind of a jerk. – Owen]

You want lies?
For I have many –
Some, I’ve not yet
Used at all –

Or is it
The truth you’re seeking?
Truth, that gray and
Solemn pall

That will cover
All that matters;
Shielding you from
Happiness —

Truth is,
I am just a liar:
Nothing more and
Nothing less

“It is not the lie that passeth through the mind, but the lie that sinketh in and settleth in it, that doth the hurt.” – Francis Bacon, “Essays, Civil and Moral”